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Once I interrupted Grandma’s screaming about socialism long enough to ask her why she didn’t like Kitty. She painted the howling wind, the waves slamming into Fire Island, the spray from a huge hurricane-force wind, the harsh sand, and the pain she felt about the popularity of the song “Abra-abra-cadabra, I want to reach out and grab ya.” She also painted the occasional kitten.Įach sister thought the other’s work was of the hackneyed greeting-card sort. For example, the only portrait Grandma painted of me showed me with hooved feet, horns, and hair made entirely of writhing snakes. But Grandma’s portraits of her children and grandchildren seemed to express something more than just a love of flowers or housekeepers: Grandma’s paintings of her family highlighted her distaste for motherhood. Grandma’s flower paintings were the stuff of midwestern hotel room walls. Grandma’s flower paintings were filled with lavish colors, sensuous shapes, and the hand of her abused housekeeper, who’d been holding the flowers since early the day before. Grandma Eda painted flowers and children. Mostly they hated each other because they did the same thing both of them were painters. In the grand tradition of sisters, Eda and Kitty always hated each other. Both girls were born in England, and both came to New York City via Ellis Island before they were ten years old. Great-Grandpa Mirsky had two daughters, Eda, my grandmother, and Kitty, my grandaunt. While the Jongs are diagnosing cancers and radiating tumors, the Mirskys are being diagnosed with everything from West Nile virus to hepatitis C (sorry, Uncle Larry). While the Jongs are perfecting the latest gourmet dish, the Mirskys are screaming at Lulu (the illegal Ecuadorian housekeeper) and chugging Manischewitz. Where the Jongs play tennis, the Mirskys play “ride the porcelain pony” while they suffer the effects of our two biggest inheritances-irritable bowel syndrome and Crohn’s disease. Sadly, my mother’s maiden name was Mann, and her mother’s maiden name was Mirsky. My mother’s married name was Jong, and she acquired it during her second marriage, a brief legal coupling with an even briefer Chinese shrink.
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Tragically, this family full of good-looking, tennis-playing, well-adjusted Chinese doctors is no relation to my actual family.
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Almost every single member of the Jong family is Chinese. Members of the Jong family are placid and sane they enjoy large family dinners and even larger family reunions.
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The Jong family is also chock-full of great gourmet chefs and talented tennis players. THERE ARE A LOT of brilliant doctors and scientists in the Jong family.